Sunday, August 30, 2009

Apathy, A Pity

Editor's note: Sahnun Mohamud, 16 year old, is the co-founder of WakeUpSomalia. The mission of this noble cause is to sew the tapestry of EDUCATION by building public schools in Somalia. I am absolutely certain that young Somalis like Sahnun will be among the leaders our country will benefit from. Check out the facebook page for WakeUpSomalia:

It seems the rain falls in sync with my emotional content

It’s not the dark clouds, the loud sounds, nor the branches bent

I don’t think about me, think about money, or waist time with superficiality

Because in my heart I’ll always see, none other, than the poor man’s reality

When Somalia’s name is mentioned on the news, on T.V., why must we always turn a blind eye?

When there was once a time when our people needn’t cry, die, nor get high

The time has arrived not to forget the past, rather to reconstruct it

Keeping in mind our potential, our future, please, don’t be reluctant

Somalia will someday, inshallah, become the greatest of nations

Home not just to our people but to beige, blue and Asian

Because you see, discrimination is the purest form of hate

And in your heart I hope lies only good and purity, tell me, whats your fate?

Go ahead, go to Starbucks, have a cup of coffee, chat

But the next time you spend that 5 dollars, just remember that-

The day Somalia rises is the day the Diaspora stand up

The day we raise our standards, give back, no hands up

You see we all want to help, we can claim we do, or we claim we don’t

But keep in mind, the suffering extends beyond your family, your tribe, your old-home

So instead of thinking about the problems, dreaming solutions, and clinging on to your apathy

Remember, you can make a difference, you can save a life, you can truly help.. I try, and I’m just six-teen
Sahnun Mohamud
Copyright © 2009

The Forever Friend

On my own, but mostly the savannah,
Where the tumbleweeds fade away and die,
Before the glassy sun burns a summer of crystals,
The glistering waters of the high seas
Of which was so far a place as of where vultures roam.

I looked around but you weren't anywhere...
You used to say that you would never die,
But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.

Now the sea is wild with despair,
Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,
Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.

I saw you at the end,
You and I, brother and sister of nature,
Brother and sister of heaven and earth,
Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,
Bitterly falling one after one into a river,
Then the river of life turned red in blood.

My eyes watched in horror.
Slowly and deadly your heart became poisoned,
You disappeared without saying good-bye,
Not a word came out of your mouth.

You became like desolation in its grave.

When once the skies were a realm of stars
And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,
You were there to share the calmness;
But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass
And only the savannah remains.

Zana H Hashi
Copyright © 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Don't worry, Somalia.

Editor's note: Bashir Warsame is a 16 year old Somali teenager living in VA. He is also the co-founder of WakeUpSomalia, a non-profit organization that is working to build public schools in Somalia for the betterment of the country. Bashir is wise beyond his age and definitely among the young Somalis that are eventually going to be our leaders. Check out the facebook page for WakeUpSomalia:

Somalia, don’t worry!
When our people get back their intellectuality,
That will bring back their morality,
But don’t worry the day we get our intellectuality,
That will inevitably bring back our morality,
Because intellectuality and morality go hand in hand, like love and hospitality
This will be the end of this brutality,
And the tribal regime,
An eye opener of our common nationality,
Now for this to be a reality,
You and peace will have to marry as a formality,
Neutralizing the hate your lover brought by bringing neutrality
Then theoretically,
You love will make Somalia lose its morality,
Creating an endless setting of hospitality,
Oh Somalia, please don’t worry.
Bashir Warsame
Copyright ©2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Editor: Francis Duggan is an Australian who writes poems on various topics,and he writes poems beautifully! Check him on

Out there on the plains of Somalia a young woman on the ground lay
Her three babies have died of the hunger and death from her not far away
For weeks on end she has been starving in a land for years ravaged by drought
And Mr Big in his ferrari with his wife is driving about.

Out there on the plains of Somalia the sun baked earth is cracked and dry
And it hasn't rained for six months there and sun blazing in the blue sky
And poor woman dying of starvation lay huddled listless on the ground
And flies who smell death in their millions above her keep buzzing around

And Mr big and his wife in a posh restaurant with their wealthy mates are out to dine
One hundred dollars a plate for dinner and two hundred for a bottle of wine
Whilst out on the plains of Somalia the vultures circle in the sky
The smell of death is in their nostrils as they wait for a woman to die.

Out there on the plains of Somalia the river bed dry as a bone
And a young woman dying of thirst and hunger she's even too weak for to moan
And Mr Big and his wife and two children are having a great holiday
In a high class resort by the ocean six thousand for two weeks he pay.

Out there on the plains of Somalia in the searing heat of mid day
A young woman dying of thirst and hunger the life from her ebbing away
The vultures are circling above her and the flies of death buzzing around
And Mr Big in his ferrari to his company board meeting bound.
Francis Duggan
Copyright ©2009